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Written By Abellus

Jan. 15, 2020, 5:10 p.m.(7/25/1012 AR)

I hear that some of the attackers at the Planting managed to flee. They had better run far and hide deep, because there will be no sanctuary for them if I ever find them.

This month. The damned heat, that creepy dream, assholes shooting my kin full of arrows -- I really want to just chop someone in half.

...Yes, Scholar. That's probably enough for today.

Written By Abellus

Dec. 5, 2019, 6:39 p.m.(4/27/1012 AR)

I'm -mighty- thirsty, Scholar. You know what it is, I think it's that salt jerky I had this morning. I reckon that's it.

So when I got up, I heard that Meesha had come to Arx to join us. She's just as I remember her, not that she's the sort you can forget. She knows a lot, but she can't know everything, and she -definitely- didn't know what a tiger is. So I took her on down to the Menagerie, and showed her. I reckon that's the most impressed I've seen her in a long time.

You should've seen her, Scholar, when she saw the gir-affe. When she came face to face with that beast on the observation deck, I swear she jumped a foot! Ahh, ha ha, it was pretty great.

So! What about you, Scholar? Hear anything interesting, lately?

Written By Abellus

Dec. 5, 2019, 5:58 p.m.(4/27/1012 AR)

...Much better. I am grateful that you've shared your water, Scholar. Talking is thirsty work. Yes, yes, I suppose -reading- is not, so much.

The messenger was bringing me armor, that Brother Felix had made. Truly, he is a gifted smith, to have turned out pieces of such beauty, and so quickly. But I can tell they will be sturdy things, to protect me well when I have need of them. As I had asked him to do, he made a great axe, with its handle carved to end in the head of a wolf; and he forged the head of it from the metal called rubicund, which I could not have imagined to ever own myself. The armor is of steel, the gauntlets shaped like the heads of river dragons, the bracers adorned with the writhing shapes of their bodies, which merges into the scales and plate of the rest of the pieces. I have never owned anything so fine.

I think I remember him. He was one of those who came to teach those of us who'd bent the knee, about your ways here, and the gods. I confess it was hard to see much good in any of it, then, but he did alright by us, then. He has done me a great honor, now. He, and Lady Eshra, and Count Athaur, they...I'll do right by them.

I slept well that night, better than I have in a while. But when I woke...that's when I heard the news.

I need more water.

Written By Abellus

Dec. 5, 2019, 5:24 p.m.(4/27/1012 AR)

Ahhh, Scholar. It has been a truly eventful couple of days.

My travels took me to the Menagerie, where I was told I could see all manner of animals. And so I did -- all manner of birds, delicate butterflies, creeping lizards and serpents and insects, even fishes and creatures which live in tidepools and beneath the ocean waters. I therefore saw many things which I had never seen, or at least taken notice of, but also the familiar. I confess I did not read very much about any of them, but what harm is there in that? Everyone needs a break from reading things, sometimes.

By all means, Scholar, get some water, if that will help you stop coughing. I hope you are not catching anything.

I found it relaxing. I am not alone in finding such solace, either, for I encountered a few people while I was there. One was a Whisper, who has been gifted one of our bells for her services in teaching. And I learned quite a few things, myself, while I was in her company.

Another was one of the Godsworn. Scholar, had anyone told me that I would get into a discussion of...phil-os-o-phy, with a Priestess, and -enjoy- it, to boot, I would have believed them less than if they had told me that there are giant grey beasts with huge ears and snaking appendages on their faces, whose tusked mouths can make roars and squeals. But there are, and it happened.

Likewise, I would never have thought that I would be asked to escort two ladies back to their home -- though I can't dispute that I'm useful for such -- and then shown great hospitality. But indeed I was. Their mead and their rum are real fine, indeed.

So I learned that there are striped beasts called tigers, and that there are great white bears who live in the North; what 'Messere' means; and the proper thing to do when a fancy lady holds her hand out and offers you her fingers. It is -not- grabbing them and holding them. I know better, now. I also learned that it is a very brave thing to kiss a Lycene's cheeks, though I still think it is not half so brave as to try biting mine. Not that she did. No, she was the one doing the kissing...well, you just had to be there.

I took my leave at last, with it being very late in the evening. I had thought the day could not be more eventful, but when I got home, a messenger was waiting for me.

I need some of your water, Scholar.

Written By Abellus

Dec. 1, 2019, 7:30 p.m.(4/19/1012 AR)

Greetings, Scholar. Since I saw you last, I have been to the Hall of Heroes. It is an impressive place, very large, with many statues to look at, and many inscriptions to read. So...many...inscriptions.
As I stood before the alcove of Killian Ashford, I met a woman from the Telmarch, and we spoke briefly. She told me that his is one of the newer additions to the Hall. It was only after she had left that I read the inscription there.
An interesting bit of chance, that.
I have a feeling I will have to visit that place many times, for there is much to remember. ...Maybe napping on the benches there isn't such a strange thing to do, after all.

The training center, just south of the Hall, looks promising. I hope I will be able to test my mettle against someone there, soon. Yes, I think I would like that, very much.
No need to look like that, Scholar. This is one of my good smiles. I promise.

Written By Abellus

Nov. 27, 2019, 4:02 a.m.(4/9/1012 AR)

Greetings, Scholar. You are here to record my deeds, yes? Let us begin, then.
I will not tell you about my journey here. It is not that there is anything of it to hide from anyone. But, my doings on my travels -- the days of rowing up the long river, the journey overland through foothills and forest; hunting deer and rabbits and, once, running off a bear; the nights spent keeping watch while wolves howled -- those are all old things to me -- familiar. I have done them many times before -- though I am young, as you observe. I did them with my tribe, my kinsman...with my father. They are as the blood in my veins, that much a part of me. When something is that familiar, you do not have to spend time thinking of it to remember it.
Instead, I will tell you of my first venturing forth here, in your city.
I walked the Valardin ward, had a look about. I went to the inn there, and sat by the window, and watched the silks -- er, the people, going to and fro in their various ways, enjoying the fine spring weather. It wasn't long before a group of such people came inside and sat nearby. They ordered juice and milk and water, except for one fellow, who said he would have the small beer today, as if this were some sort of accomplishment. I do not understand why -- is it really so strange to drink ale or mead?
Seeming, ah, -inspired- by his two or three draughts of small beer, the fellow at last proceeded to recite a story to his companions, which I had no trouble overhearing. A tale about Buttercup the bear -- oh, you've heard it, too. It's a good story!
I enjoyed it. So, I laughed. The people nearby seemed uncomfortable, then. And I will say, I enjoyed that, too, though not as much as the story. For I had to remember that it is not like back in Riva, where people there know my smiles and what I mean by them. Let them think as they like. Such is their choice. We all have them, whether or not we all know the truth.
So that is what I learned today, at the inn, to make such a thing noteworthy.

What's that, Scholar? No, I did not drink the Fizz-Key!

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